Teh Queen: Fear the speediness of it! FEAR IT!

Teh Slave: Oh I'm fearing alright, so fast moving, hard to keep up 0o

-Three-

"Ey! You guys! Stop ignoring me dick faces! I want breakfast! Eyyy!"
Stan awoke to Cartman's screams. Once again, it was food on the boys mind.

Stan absently scratched his head, his fingers rumpling his own raven black hair. It wasn't until he sat up he realised the position he was in. He had been lying between Kyle's arms, nuzzled happily into his chest.

Thank goodness he's still asleep.
Was his thought as he rose to his feet to get something to throw to Cartman. There was a giant stock of frozen yogurts in the store fridge, so he sent two of those sliding through the small hole. He knew Cartman would complain about the pittance, but he didn't care. Kyle was awake now, rubbing his eyes free of sleep, his hair leaking in locks from under his hat. Stan had to turn away to stop himself from making a comment about how cute he looked.

"So what's for breakfast?" Kyle yawned up at Stan who handed him his own frozen yogurt. "God damn it."

"Sorry dude, it's all we can afford to eat right now." Stan sighed, sliding back down the wall next to Kyle as they ate their 'breakfast' together.

"Better than nothing."

It was a cold day, which passed just as slowly as the previous one. A single minute felt like an hour, and it seemed that even casual conversation was hard when you were in this situation. Although Cartman has no problem making noise, the most amount of movement there was, was when Kyle got up every while to get something to snack on. Stan felt like he had to think of something, he had to talk, anything to take him mind off food, or the one sided conversation going on through the wall. He strained his ears to listen for scrapping at the roof, in hopes that someone was there to break them free, but it never came, it just got colder and colder. Stan eventually rose to get something to eat. His watch now said 5pm. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, so this would be it. Kyle almost appeared to be asleep, rested against the same wall he had been at all day.

"Stan, could you get me something sugary please?" Kyle murmured, blinking a few times to wake himself up more.

"Yeah, sure thing." Stan replied immediately, deciding to also get something for Cartman who had been whining for the past hour. Kyle was already looking in bad shape from the food standards, this made Stan's stomach turn. Something good had to happen soon, hadn't it?

The wind wasn't there tonight, a fact that made both Stan and Kyle pleased, it made them a lot more relaxed, and they were able to hold a conversation about what's happening on the outside world.

"Sergent Yates probably just wants to blow us up, thinks we're dead already or something." Stan joked, Sergent Yates wasn't exactly smart when it came to this sort of thing.

"Probably. You think our parents are worried?"

"What the hell? Of course they would be, I dunno about you, but I know when we get outta here, mum is going to have a field day embarrassing me."

"Oh no, not in front of Wendy!"

Stan let out a sigh, as his thoughts went back to those of last nights. Everyone thought he still had the old grade school crush on Wendy, but now, with Kyle playing at his mind, was he so sure?

"You know, I don't think I like Wendy much anymore. It was so long ago now, it just feels pointless. We're friends now, I should be happy for that." Stan wasn't sure if he believed what he was saying, he and Kyle were friends now, but he was starting to think maybe there could be more. Little did he know that Kyle was thinking along the same lines.

"But what would you do, say, if you really did like someone you were close friends with, and you wanted it to be more than that?" Kyle tried to ask as casually as he could.

"I suppose, I would just have to bite my lip and ask man. Because I don't like having 'what if's in my head all the time." Stan shrugged. Hoping by the end of this ordeal, he would have built up enough courage to follow his own words. But he didn't have to.

"In that case... Stan, I... I think... I might like you." Kyle fumbled with the words and turned the same colour as his hair, as he stared at his toes in disbelief that he had gone through with it, definitely not expecting the response he got. He felt Stan's arm wrap around his shoulder, instantly warming him, and his nose nuzzle into his neck, making him melt in his friends arms.

"You know what? I think I might too." Stan breathed down Kyle's shoulder, raising his head slightly to see the other boys response. He found himself turning red, and fading into a dream at what met him there, as he pressed himself closer to Kyle. He didn't want the moment to end, but wasted no time once it did in glancing down at his watch.

9:56pm, November 16.

As he always wanted to remember both the day he and Kyle became a couple, and the time they shared their first kiss.